by E. C. Land
Laughter from next to her stops the woman from doing anything else. Granted, I can handle my own for the most part, I really don’t want to. I may be small, but I do know how to handle my own. At least against people who aren’t completely outweighing me. Well, okay, let me rephrase since a lot of people do that. I can take on this woman if need be.
“Bull’s dong. That’s a good one,” Ryder chuckles. I hadn’t even realized he’d moved from his end of the bar. “Dee, you wanna let go of Tiny’s arm.” The stern tone in his voice holds no barrier for argument and Dee, I guess that’s her name, lets go of my arm.
“Ryder, I was just telling this bitch she couldn’t talk to me or the other girls like she just spoke to me,” Dee whines.
“I don’t want to hear it. Honestly, I don’t want to hear your voice so listen up. Tiny isn’t the help here. She’s a guest from another club where you are a stray. You’re at the bottom of the totem pole here. I suggest you treat Tiny here with some respect because next time I’ll send you out to take care of Bart,” Ryder states.
“Please don’t,” she whimpers before darting off like a dog with its tail tucked between its legs.
“Who’s Bart?” I ask in confusion when he takes a seat.
“My gator,” Ryder shrugs.
“Ohhh. . . Do you really send people out there to take care of him?” I hope I never get tasked with that job.
“Someone’s gotta make sure Bart gets fed,” Ryder grins and I know there’s a joke in that statement somewhere. I just don’t know if I want to know what it is.
“What’s going on over here?” I jump at the commanding tone in Chains’ voice.
“Nothin’, son, sit down and have a beer with me,” Ryder says, patting the stool next to him.
Glancing between the two of us, Chains takes the offered seat and I grab him his beer of choice before he can ask.
“Thank you, Tiny,” he murmurs, the tips of his fingers touch mine as he takes the cold bottle from my hands.
Nodding at Chains, I go back to filling orders, restocking the bar, and cleaning glasses. Dee was right about one thing; Chains wouldn’t want someone like me. Not because of my height though, but rather by the fact I’m damaged.
No matter how many times I’ve showered I can still feel Jackal’s hands on me. Smell his breath as he shoved his tongue in my mouth. Worse than the smell of his breath, I still have the marks on my skin he left. The ones with his teeth and blade.
Feeling uneasy, I excuse myself to go to my room. It’s close to time for me to finish up and I need to be away from everyone right now. I’m sure they’d understand. I haven’t had a day off since I started working behind the bar.
Once in my room and I have the door locked, I get in the shower. After washing my hair, scrubbing my skin raw, repeating this twice, I shut the water off and get out. I grab my towel, that I keep hung up next to the shower, as I step out.
Soon as I’m dry, I dress in a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. This is the only time I’ll allow myself to wear anything that shows more skin than a normal t-shirt. If it comes up over my stomach when I lift my arms over my head, I throw it out. I’m not about to let anyone see my scars.
Pulling my bedding off the bed, I move everything to what I’ve started calling my corner in the room. No one can see me from here. The bed blocks the view of me. The moment my head hits my pillow, my eyes begin to droop. I’m definitely more exhausted than I’ve been letting on. Which is a really bad thing, because it means only one thing.
My nightmares are going to take over.
I just hope no one hears me scream.
Chapter Five
Chains
I knew something was wrong the moment Tiny excused herself.
“What the fuck happened?” I demand as I turn to face my uncle. Ryder raised me from the moment my parents died; refusing to allow my vindictive aunts to have me after what they did to my sister.
Ryder did his best to get Victoria back, but the best he could do was gain rights to see her. The adoption was iron clad and unable to be voided all thanks to the fact it was the governor of Louisiana and his wife who not only adopted her but bought her off my aunts.
“Whatcha mean, Chains?” Ryder asks in return as he lifts his beer to his mouth.
“I’m talking about what happened with Dee and Tiny and why the hell she just walked off like she did,” I growl.
“Dee was trying to stake her territory here, put her hands on Tiny when she spoke up to defend herself,” Ryder shrugs
“The fuck you mean that stray put her hands on Tiny?” I snarl.
Fuck I never get this pissed over a bitch and not toward my uncle either.
“Don’t worry, son, your girl took care of herself. Tiny told the little bitch that she was probably stretched out enough to take a bull’s dong. Never heard anything like it, but damn if it wasn’t funny. I stepped in before Dee could cause any more trouble,” Ryder chuckles shaking his head.
“She’s not my girl. But gotta admit that shit’s funny,” I state shaking my own head. Dee wants to be my ol’ lady. Her and Tar. That shit won’t ever happen. I don’t need an ol’ lady but a part of me wants to claim Tiny as mine.
Something about the woman speaks to me and I can’t help it.
“Say what you want, Chains, but remember I raised you from the time your parents died. I was there when shit happened with Deanna.” I can’t stop myself from flinching at the mention of my childhood best friend’s name. The girl I thought I’d give my heart to yet didn’t. It’s a good thing I hadn’t because now I want nothing more than to see her dead. She’s no longer the girl I saw her as but rather the enemy.
During our last two years of high school I’d noticed a change in Deanna. She’d grown harder with each day. The day we graduated she told me she was to marry another man and help run the family business.
I hadn’t known at the time what that business was. Not until one night I followed Deanna home. The guy she was marrying was the very same man who killed my parents.
Delano Delancy.
I’d been hurt by the fact she’d married the vile man and cut her from my life.
Delancy is pretty much the king of Louisiana. He controls all the drugs and prostitution around here. We’d been working our way into the inner circle to take them down. The club has done some shady shit in dealing with Parker, who’s the middleman for Delancy, and also the same man who my sister was supposed to marry.
I’ve been dying to take out Parker, but I can’t. He’s my in for getting closer to Delano and Deanna again. I have every intention of taking them both out eventually. It’s just a matter of time. Now with Victoria protected by the Devil’s Riot MC, I can maintain my focus solely on building the fire to destroy the Delancys.
“Don’t talk about that bitch,” I grumble.
“Not trying to, Chains, what I’m trying to get at is Tiny isn’t like that cunt. She’s pure of the evil our lives are filled with,” Ryder says solemnly.
“That’s why she’ll never be mine. She doesn’t need this kinda life,” I state finishing my beer.
“If you say so. Just remember this, just because Deanna chose to be side by side with a man who caused you so much pain doesn’t mean all women are like her. Vi isn’t and neither is Tiny. My advice would be not to let your head stop what your heart wants, and I can tell you want her to be yours.” With that my uncle finishes his beer and leaves me sitting there.
Lifting my beer, I chug the rest of it down and head toward my room. My uncle’s words playing on a loop through my head.
He might be willing to open his heart up. But I saw what love did to those around me. I’m not about to let that happen.
Am I?
With a hand on the doorknob to my room, I glance at the closed door next to mine. Is she okay in there? Maybe I should check on her.
No. Nope, don’t think about it. She’s fine. Probably already asleep. She’d looked exhausted.
Sighing, I step in
to my room and close the door behind me.
Stripping out of my clothes, I put my gun on top of the dresser and head for the bathroom to take a shower. I turn the water on and step under the spray before it has a chance to warm up. Closing my eyes, I tilt my head back letting the water hit my face while visions of a beautiful woman fills my mind.
My dick hardens as I imagine Tiny standing bare in front of me. Her small hands run along my body while she presses her mouth against my skin.
Reaching down I stroke my dick to the vision in my head. My body’s taut with need for my Bitsy and I come within minutes like a teenage boy touching himself.
Fuck.
Tiny has gotten under my skin more than I thought she had.
Finishing my shower, I step out of the stall as I reach for a towel to dry off. Wrapping the towel around my waist, I head back into my room to grab a pair of sweats out of my dresser. Just as I drop the towel and pull my sweats over my waist there’s an ear-piercing scream coming from the other side of the wall.
What the fuck?
Tiny.
Grabbing my gun off the dresser and running out of the room, needing to get to my woman. I spot Breaker rushing through his own door pulling up his pants.
I don’t say anything as I kick Tiny’s door in. I didn’t bother checking to see if it was locked or not. My main focus was getting to her.
Stepping into the room, I glance toward the bed. Finding it stripped of its bedding, I furrow my brows.
Where is she?
Whimpers can be heard from the other side of the room. Did she fall off the bed? Is that why she screamed out?
“Tiny?” I call out as I round the bed and come to a stop.
“Fuck, Prez,” Breaker mutters.
On the floor lying on top of the comforter is my Bitsy.
“Looks like she’s been sleeping on the floor. Bed doesn’t even look slept in, there’s no wrinkles in the sheets, Prez.” I don’t bother glancing at the bed in confirmation. Handing Breaker my gun, I silently move toward Tiny.
I’m not about to leave her in here lying on the floor like a damn dog. Crouching down I scoop Tiny up in my arms. She’s so deep in her nightmare she doesn’t even fight me.
“Where you takin’ her?” Breaker whispers as he follows me out of Tiny’s room.
“My room,” I say without hesitation. It’s where she belongs.
Fuck me. My uncle was right. Tiny’s mine and I need to stop fighting it.
Chapter Six
Tiny
Jolting awake I find myself pinned to a warm body. Panic hits me and I begin to fight my way free of the hold.
“Bitsy, calm down it’s me,” Chains’ voice is alert as if he were fully awake and his arm tightens around me. At the realization it’s Chains holding me I stop fighting him, but the panic doesn’t let up. I find it hard to breathe. Like the air was sucked out of the room.
“Breathe, Bitsy. Take a deep breath,” Chains says calmly, cupping my cheek.
Doing as he suggested I take a couple of breaths before tilting my head to meet Chains’ gaze. As I hold his gaze it dawns on me, I’m in bed with Chains.
“Umm, why are you laying with me?” I ask in confusion.
“Bitsy, it’s more like why are you laying with me? Better yet I want to know why the hell you were sleeping on the floor when you had a comfortable bed to sleep in.” Oh god. Chains saw me sleeping on the floor and I’m lying in bed with him. His bed. Closing my eyes, I shake my head.
Just kill me now.
“Why would I want to kill you?” Chains asks in amusement.
Shit did I say that out loud.
“Tiny, stop talking to yourself and talk to me instead,” he says, running a finger along my cheek.
“Why am I in your bed?” Opening my eyes, I’m not prepared for the intense gleam in his gaze.
“Because, baby, I didn’t like bursting into your room when you were screaming bloody murder in a nightmare while sleeping on the floor,” he states, the tone in his voice harsh yet gentle enough not to scare me.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, diverting my gaze embarrassed that I’d done that. This is why I don’t sleep.
“Look at me,” He commands, and I instantly have my eyes back on him. “You have nothing to be sorry for, Tiny. I mean nothing. Now tell me why you were sleeping on the floor.”
I take a deep breath before answering. “I’ve never slept in a bed.”
“What do you mean you’ve never slept in a bed?” he demands.
“I’ve never slept in a bed. Was never allowed to growing up and it’s all I’ve ever known. Sleeping in the corner of a room is where I’ve always slept.” Please don’t think I’m stupid.
“Didn’t you have somewhere to sleep at the DRMC clubhouse?” his brow furrows and the intensity only grows in his gaze.
“Yeah, I had a nice room with a bed, same as the one I have here but it molded into me to sleep where I always have..” I say honestly.
“Wanna explain that?”
“Not really. I don’t like talking about my past,” I mutter.
“You might not like to, Bitsy, but I wanna know why the hell you’ve never slept in a bed.” The firmness in his tone is almost scary.
“Because women aren’t to sleep on a bed. They’re only to be in bed for one thing and that’s breeding,” I mutter.
Silence fills the room at my confession and Chains’ gaze turns furious as he jumps off the bed like it was on fire.
“So, you sleep on the floor like a dog because you believe the only time you should be in bed is when you’re being fucked.” I try to hide my wince at the way he snarls angrily, but he sees it and moves next to me. When he goes to cup my cheek, I flinch away. “Don’t do that, Bitsy. I’d never hurt you. It just pisses me the fuck off that someone would treat a woman that way. I despise those types of people, baby, and I’d kill anyone who dared try to hurt you again.”
Holy smokes that was the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. But wait a minute.
“Why do you keep calling me Bitsy and baby?” I blurt before I can stop myself.
Smiling, Chains climbs all the way back up on the bed and lies next to me. When I say next to me, I mean his chest is directly against my side as he holds himself up with his arm.
“I like having my own name for you, something no one else is allowed to call you,” he murmurs.
“I don’t understand.” I’m so confused. I don’t know what’s going on here.
“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll lead the way. Just know that from here on out, you’re staying in here with me. I want you to be mine.” My eyes feel as if they’ll pop out of their sockets at any minute with his announcement.
“Umm, what do you mean?” He’ll probably think I’m dumb as hell, but I need him to clarify this for me.
“What I mean, Bitsy, is that as of the moment I scooped you into my arms and laid you down on my bed, you became mine. My woman, my ol’ lady and I’m not about to let you go.” The determination in his tone tells me the same thing his gaze does. He’s totally serious right now.
Oh my god.
“What if I don’t want the same thing?” I stupidly suggest.
“Is that what you want? Not to be mine?” he asks.
“I do want to be yours,” I say without hesitation.
“Good, now that we have that settled I’m gonna kiss that sexy as fuck mouth of yours that I’ve been dreaming about for a month now,” he declares right before leaning in and capturing my lips in a searing kiss like no other. I’ve never kissed a guy before, so I hope I’m doing it right.
I can’t even count Jackal having his tongue in my mouth as a kiss. That was nothing but him forcing himself on me.
This is completely different. Earth shattering different. As Chains’ tongue slips between my lips, I open my mouth to him. The way our tongues dance with each other seems to ignite something within my body.
Before I know it, Chains is breaking the kiss leaving me pan
ting breathlessly.
“Fuck, Bitsy. That was even better than I imagined it would be,” he rasps.
“You were my first,” I blurt out quietly.
“First what?” Chains asks, leaning back as he stares at me with what I’d assume bewilderment.
“Kiss,” I whisper.
“I’m your first kiss,” he says grinning rather than asking for confirmation. “Well prepare yourself for being kissed several times a day, baby, because I think I could become addicted to you.”
I don’t get to respond as he leans forward again and captures my lips in yet another kiss that makes my toes curl.
Holy shit. I might be scared to death of going any further than this and I’m gonna have to say right now, I’m going to enjoy the fact Chains is kissing me.
Me the one who’s covered in filth.
Chapter Seven
Chains
Over the past several weeks I’ve gotten to know my Bitsy. She has a funny sense of humor and gets along with all my brothers. However, she doesn’t interact with them unless she’s behind the bar.
Tiny hasn’t come right out and said anything yet, but me and the other guys have noticed it’s the only time she’s comfortable joking with anyone. I’ve taken my time with her, wanting her to get used to being with me before taking what we have further than I already have. However, having her ass pressed against my dick makes it harder by the day.
I don’t know what it is about my Bitsy but fuck if she doesn’t bring out the protective side in me, especially when she freaks out when I mention taking her out of the clubhouse. I swear she ended up in a full-blown panic attack.
“Please don’t make me leave the clubhouse property,” she’d pleaded.
I didn’t push her then for information but instead went to Fuse and asked him to look further into her past. Stupid move I’m sure. Too bad I don’t give a fuck.
The woman I’ve claimed as mine is scared of her own shadow and refuses to leave the clubhouse to go anywhere. I need to know what’s happened to her in order to help her.
